So let's celebrate the beginning
In a futuristic city at the suicide saloon
In a blur of broken neon,
I danced among the fruit machines
On the dance floor of destruction,
I tangled with the dead hide,
the cold concrete estates
And the thoughts of no man over,
some comatose and eerie sigh
I danced in red light corners
with the children selling souls
And with the ladies of the lamplight
I danced some rock and roll
In the back room of the suicide saloon
we knew the end was coming soon
In the back room of the suicide saloon
In a picturistic city, at the suicide saloon
I let go with some techno
I swished under the fairy lights
While some DJs played nostalgia
that had had too many plays
and did exotic dances on the bar
I sambered with the housewives
that were desperate for a thrill
And I rumbled with the husbands
they were desperate to kill
In the back room of the suicide saloon
We knew the end was coming soon
In the back room of the suicide saloon
Let's go and get the priest
You know he doesn't believe in Jesus
And there never was a God
For the priest's in here with us sinners
Now don't you think that's odd
I said don't you think that's odd
I hustled with the hustler,
The floor show was a stripper
who was way, past her prime
The barman was a leather boy
The bouncer was a squealer,
The doorman was a dealer,
selling half -ounce bags of skag
I was having such a riot,
In the black room of the suicide saloon
we knew the end was coming soon
In the black room of the suicide saloon
Who cares if the bombs are falling?
Isn't that eternity calling?
So come on, let's dance, let's dance
Who cares if the bombs are falling?
Isn't that eternity calling?
Come on, let's dance in the suicide saloon
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